[Comprehensive Anglo-American] New York People's Suffering History

The man has long golden hair, and even his eyebrows, eyelashes, and beard are golden like the afterglow of the setting sun.

Hearing someone coming in, the man raised his head and glanced at Soapy.

Soapy found that the big hole in the roof had been repaired, and the man's clothes were covered with dust, so he guessed that the landlord had hired someone to repair the house.

"It's normal that you can't lift that thing." Soapy stepped forward to hold the handle of the hammer and tried again, but he still couldn't lift it.Her strength is much stronger than that of humans, and it is normal for the construction master to not be able to lift things that she can't even lift.

Thor lowered his head and said solemnly, "That's because you're not me!" After speaking, he held the hammer handle and tried his best, repeating silently over and over in his heart: Please, Mjolnir.

"Come back tomorrow for the unfinished work, I'm going to rest."

Thor, who was expelled by his father Odin, looked at the motionless Thor's Hammer and said dejectedly: "Can I eat something? The human body is too weak, and it is easy to get hungry."

"Eh—" Soapy was a little embarrassed. In this room, the only food that can be regarded as serious is the man himself. "I just moved here without a lot of things..."

Normal people with a bit of emotional intelligence will definitely understand the host when they hear this, and take the initiative to answer the conversation to express their understanding.

Thor didn't.

He stood up and looked down at Soapy in a big man with a cute expression on his face.

"I mean there's nothing to eat at home." Soapy put it more bluntly, so no matter how thick-skinned the other party is, it should be interesting, right?

The day-to-day uncle Thor said that he didn't know what Zhiqu was.

"Okay!" Thor walked to the sofa and sat down: "Then come back quickly."

As Soapy came down the stairs, he was thinking how useless he was as a vampire with great power.But the appearance of that handsome guy at the police station made her a little more unexpectedly afraid of humans.But is the parental philosophy of being kind to others necessarily right?The second elder, who had been kind all his life, did not get good luck because of his kindness. When he came to New York to meet an old friend, there was no news of him.

Her parents regarded her as a treasure and would not leave without saying goodbye.

There has been no news for two years, and Soapy is actually afraid that this trip to New York to find relatives will turn into a road of revenge.

At this time, they have arrived at the door of Sherlock and Watson.

Soapy knocked.After waiting for a while, there was no movement inside.

Soapy, who was going to borrow some food, could only slip in through the window.The room was so messy that Soapy could hardly resist tidying up the random papers.

He casually picked up a stack of scattered documents on the table and looked at them.

"Jack the Ripper . . . " Soapy read a small line on the label of the document.The victims were all women, and their professions were all pornography, and each corpse had a piece of skin cut off from a different part.

Soapy, who grew up under the sunshine of socialism, threw away the materials in disgust. It is not easy for the people of New York who are in dire straits!Not only was he killed by his own murderer, but he also had to be wary of the perverted murderer who came all the way from England.

Go to the kitchen and open the refrigerator.

There is a fresh eyeball in a water glass, and there is a layer of lung lobes that have turned black for unknown reasons...

Soapy took some slices of bread from the broken fingers, some cheese from the lungs, borrowed some eggs and milk, and went home through the window.

Thor was gobbling it up, and Soapy was still thinking about what he had just seen, so he took out his mobile phone and searched for "Sherlock Holmes" with a mentality of giving it a try.I prayed in my heart: Don't be a murderer again!

fine.British, famous detective.It has been officially certified after cooperating with the London Police for many years.

Click on the blog written by Watson. The case described in the blog post is as exciting as the detective novels of Agatha Christie and Arthur Conan Doyle.What the hell did Arthur Conan Doyle write?Soapy, who didn't like reading, couldn't think of it for a while.

Then click into a website called "Basic Deduction Method".

Soapy had to marvel at human intelligence.Even if they are not born with the ability to penetrate people's minds like the blood race, but like Dr. Letterman and Sherlock Holmes, they can still achieve the goal of seeing through the truth through their own methods.

***

Sherlock, who arrived home early in the morning, met Mrs. Hudson who was out shopping for groceries.

"Sherlock, I'll be back in London early next month." Mrs. Hudson took out her mobile phone and happily showed Sherlock and Watson the house at 221B Baker Street.

"I thought it was blown to the ground by Moriarty." Sherlock said, looking at the familiar but brand new house.

Mrs. Hudson smiled and said, "Mycroft has been repaired. My niece who went to work in London has already moved in. I will go home and reunite with her after I arrange your affairs here."

"I never heard that you have a niece! Besides, where can I find the housekeeper after you leave?"

Mrs. Hudson stepped forward to hold Sherlock's face, with tears on the old face, and said in a trembling voice: "Sherlock, I am not your housekeeper. And I also have my own life. If I can, I am willing to take care of you all the time." You and Watson, but I am old, and it is time for someone to take care of me."

Sherlock was silent.

"Mrs. Hudson." With tears in his eyes, Watson stepped forward and hugged the old lady tightly: "I will come back to London to find you after Sherlock and I finish the New York case."

After entering the house, Sherlock, who sensed something was wrong, stopped Watson who was following him: "John, have you had a visitor?"

He scanned the room quickly.

There was no sign that the door lock had been tampered with, but the curtains were thin and cracked.He and Watson were poor and poor, and there was nothing of value in the house, so the suspicion of burglary was ruled out.The information about the "Jack the Ripper" imitator on the table has been tampered with...

Sherlock was a little suspicious that the intruder was related to the serial murder case.It wasn't until I opened the refrigerator to check the rot of the fingers at the cold temperature that I found that there was a lot less food.Mrs. Hudson may be in poor health recently, and she doesn't go upstairs to do cleaning very often. There are faint footprints on the floor, and Sherlock squatted down to look at the size of the feet.Then he looked at the crumbling ceiling.

"Who has been here?" Watson was very nervous.

The last time Moriarty was "playing games" with Sherlock, it had nearly blown him to ashes.Moriarty is still at large, and it would be bad if he came to New York after him.

"It's okay." Sherlock picked up the information on "Jack the Opener" again.

"Sherlock." Watson turned on the computer and read the customer's message on the Basic Deduction Method website: "We can't put all our energy on the Jack the Ripper case, the debt of this house, plus the monthly bills Living expenses to Mrs. Hudson, not to mention the money you owe your brother. We can't live without some paid cases."

"What?" Sherlock asked coldly.

"The case with the highest bid is... my God. It is $100 million." Watson even suspected that the customer had written a few extra zeros when filling in the amount he was willing to bid.The case description column is filled with "Looking for parents who have been missing for two years", and the name of the client is: Subi.

Watson messaged Soapy back on the website.

Seeing the reply, Soapy took a blanket for Torgay, who was sleeping soundly on the sofa, and went downstairs.

Sherlock and Watson sat side by side, and Soapy sat in the client's regular seat opposite.

At Soapy's request, the curtains were drawn, and the lights were on, making the room dim.

"Where did your parents lose contact?" Watson took out a pen and paper and began to record.

"Here, New York," Soapy said.

Sherlock kept staring at Soapy with question marks written on his face, and Soapy glanced at Sherlock.

"What did Ms. Su have for breakfast?" Sherlock couldn't see any trace of the missing food in the refrigerator on Soapy.

"Haven't had breakfast yet." Soapy knew that the other party already knew.Of course, if she had to answer, her three meals today had already been contracted by Comrade Hannibal's blood in advance.

"However, I borrowed some food from your house to make breakfast for the decoration worker you found for me. I wanted to say that I haven't been at home for the past two days, and I have nothing to eat at home." He has been distracted by the disappearance case and confessed truthfully.

Watson asked suspiciously: "The person who came to fix it left yesterday!"

Now it's Soapy's turn to be confused, who is that lying on the sofa at home?

"Since we know each other well, we don't need to charge the deposit for your case, but please pay the money first." Sherlock handed Soapy the bill for repairing the house that Mrs. Hudson gave him.

"9600 dollars???" Soapy couldn't believe the figures on the bill. Although the masters were very skilled and efficient, it was too expensive!Soapy was wondering about the possibility of robbing a bank, or going to a casino and playing tricks. "No problem, I'll give it to you tomorrow."

***

Soapy woke up the sleeping man on the sofa, Thor rubbed his eyes, this strange tiredness made him very uncomfortable.

"Who are you?" Subi's eyes were fierce, but his appearance was too beautiful, and when he was angry, he seemed to be acting like a spoiled child.

"I told you last night, my name is Thor."

"I mean, what are you doing at my house?"

Thor pointed to the hammer on the ground and said, "Take back what belongs to me."

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So you smashed my roof and floor?So this $9600 debt is what you made your aunt owe?

"Losing money." Soapy pointed to the roof, and found that the roof had been repaired like new, so he had to point to the floor instead.

Thor touched his pocket, took out a gold coin and handed it to Soapy.

Want to send me away for a broken copper coin?Soapy sneered: "Are you kidding me?"

"This is the gold coin of my hometown, Asgard. Don't talk about your small wooden house, you can buy half of the earth. Human, you can't insult me, Thor, the future king of Asgard character."

"Where is the king?" Soapy seemed to see the dawn of a sudden fortune.Her complexion softened and her attitude became gentle. She carefully sat next to the man and asked obsequiously, "As the crown prince, how did you end up like this?"

"Recklessly attacking the enemy's country, I was expelled by my father." Thor looked sadly at Thor's Hammer not far away.

"Then is there any possibility for you to reset? Is there a princess?"

After listening to Thor tell a lot of stories about the universe, galaxies, and myths, Subi had to face the fact that the person who smashed her home was a poor ghost and a psychopath.

"You leave my house immediately!"

"I can't go home for the time being, there is nowhere to go."

"None of my business."

"I can help you with something." Thor eagerly picked up the cup and wanted to pour a cup of tea for Soapy, but accidentally broke the cup too hard.

Wipe the table with a rag, the table is cracked...

Close the curtains, tear off the curtains directly...

Soapy, who was forced into the corner of the room by the sunlight to hide, wanted to cry but had no tears.

"God! Please do me a favor and take this big fool away!"

***

A black shadow flashed across the green space opposite Subi's residence at No. 114, Banjie Avenue.

The villains hiding in the dark in New York became active because of a sky-high price list.

The target of the sky-high price list is Soapy, who has just arrived in New York.

The author has something to say: The New York version of Tang Monk Meat - Baby Subi.

In the next chapter, please enjoy the "New York City's First Victim Contest". Participants are not limited to nationalities and types.

Prize: sky-high bonus + immortality

Sponsor statement: All casualties in the competition have nothing to do with the organizer.

Guess who the contestants will be!

Or if there are villains who want to see it, you can nominate it for an extra play!

The author will update every night at 20:00 starting tomorrow.ok~